There, situated upon caprice maggot
And gold-gilded throne,
Hedged with grim weapons
Of vagary megaphones.
Threatening with fierce glances
To upstage mail-men with war dances.
A hero takes from these proud.
Narcissistic and hoity-toity men's cloud.
When their outward covering of boastful
Maggoty endmost empty honor,
See the secret chains he bears inside,
The carnal Russian fawner.
For the heart of one is filled
By the rush of lust.
The satirist overflows with
The poisons of breed and greed.
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